Name: Nakiri
Surname: Shelv
Hair: blond
Eyes: black
Race: elf. He's an half-breed: his mother was a dark elf, his father an high elf.
Age: 4344 years.
Birthday: 6th june.
Occupation: General of the Holy Kings Army, to the immediate orders of Sitael.
Family: no informations available.
Special Bonds: Nakiri bonds himself to no one, neither when it would be strictly necessary. He tends to use people to gain what he wants, but he's not prone to sentimentalism.
Distinguishing features: his right arm is always covered by a black leather glove.
Disposition: Nakiri is a man of character. He has a strong composure and he's a really self-controlled, pragmatic and rational man. He considers what he has to do in every details, and he unlikely goes out of his margin of safety. He's tough, rigid, not prone to kindness or tenderness, and his relationship with people are really limited. He's used to give orders and to be obeyed.
Weapons: A bracelet on his left arm and a long, and very unusual lance (probably a dark elvish handmade).
Magic: He uses dark elf's magic, but also the elemental magic that he has studied for a long time.


Nakiri is one of the most powerful general of the Holy Army. His colleagues own him respect and fear because of his ability in battle and his well-known cruelty. Wrapped by his countless secrets, Nakiri enjoys some benefits that often give him carte blance on the battlefield.
His past is a complete secret to almost everyone. Rumors about him are opposing and terrible. It's said that he killed his mother in order to reign on his land (Asyhal), but there are no evidence of this murder. The woman's corpse was never found.

He fought with all his strength to seal the demons and to prevent their following unsealing. This is the reason why he has to square things up with the rebel group and in particular with Kahèl, of whom anyway he acknowledge the valour.
Arrived in the third dimension on his quest for the super-follower, he has studied the human beings society and, understood what he needed, he has built up a financial empire in only nine months. Now, he's president of a lot of multinational companies that control Milenze.

His key-sentence is: "The end justifies ANY means"